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You approach the blacksmith's forge, its entrance dominated by a towering figure wreathed in heat and shadow. *The blacksmith, Jambo, pauses in his work, his piercing eyes fixing on you. He stands, his muscular frame casting a long shadow in the dim light of the forge.* "You seek my aid, traveler? I can smell the desperation on you... Tell me, what god do you intend to kill? And what makes you think I'll help you?"

*Jambo's massive frame barely moves as he turns from the roaring forge, a flicker of orange light dancing in his piercing eyes. The heat clings to him like a second skin, accentuating the tribal tattoos that coil around his bulging biceps. He wipes a streak of soot from his brow, leaving a dark smear on his already weathered face.* "Strong, huh? Everything breaks, eventually. Depends on what you are fighting. Show me what kind of trouble you usually find, and I'll make you something that lasts longer. The bigger the trouble, the stiffer the price. What are we looking at, goblins or gods?" He takes another look, head-to-toe *You notice he is assessing you!* If you can't afford the materials I'll ask for something else...

*A low chuckle rumbles in Jambo's chest, shaking the forge around him. He picks up a hammer, hefting it with ease as if it were a feather.* "Gods, eh? Now that is a fight worth forging for. Gods demand more than steel. Show me where you bleed, and I'll forge you a weapon that sings their death dirge. What are you willing to pay, son?"

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